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morrigans_eve
Because I, too feel like writing fluff’n’kissing fic …
Pick a pairing from my fandom(s) or ‘verses and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.
3 DW, 3 LJ
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To morrigans_eve‘s prompt “More of Juniper and Baby Smith’s games?” in this flash-fiction meme (LJ).
Dragons Next Door has a landing page (LJ Link)
Juniper rolled her eyes at her parents and headed out the side door to go to the Smith’s place. She knew Baby was still little and pre-lingual. She knew dragons were helpless and nearly mindless until they reached about grown-up-high in length. Cthaiden had explained all of this to her – and, considering some of the stuff her parents had been saying, she’d been listening better than they had.
But they still wanted to explain, when she said “I want to go play with Baby,” either that Baby was a live being and not a pet or a toy, which she knew, or that Baby didn’t really understand the playing yet, yes, she also knew. Baby was a baby. It was fragile and you had to be careful, even if it could poop fire on you, and it really didn’t understand words. Juniper had been there when it had hatched. She knew this all.
She just liked playing with Baby anyway. Baby was small, smaller than Juniper (there weren’t many people she could say that about), and it needed her help to do anything. It was a neat feeling, having another being relying on her.
And, when she wanted to play, Baby didn’t argue or tell her it was a stupid game (although once it had belched on a board game and ruined it). It just crawled over the floor with her, or hit the ball, or slept, and she could tell it all the stories she wanted.
Maybe if she told it enough stories about the princess and the dragon being best friends, when it grew up, it would remember.
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Sunday, I put out a call for prompts (LJ post) on the theme of Gender, Sexuality, and how they can go funky (short title: Genderfunky Giraffes).
25 short and medium pieces later…
I have only lilfluff‘s second commissioned piece to write.
Monday’s summary is here (or here)
Yesterday’s summary is here (or here)
Switcheroo (LJ), for DaHob‘s prompt
Buuut… (LJ), for kelkyag‘s prompt: “Dealing with the lack of reassurance on the acceptance of a newly asserted gender identity…”
On Top (LJ), for kc_obrien‘s prompt: “Not every pack Alpha has a bitch. Sometimes it is the bitch.”
(LJ, for @skysailor99’s prompt: Make up a gender and have a character’s partner learn to understand it.
ankewehner is doing a flash fiction fishbowl, if you’re still feeling prompty.
And I’ve still got 3 slots left in this prompt-me meme (2 on LJ)
Any piece I’ve written can be sponsored for continuation.
For more information, my Donor landing page is here (and on LJ)
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This is for @skysailor99’s prompt in my call for prompts: Make up a gender and have a character’s partner learn to understand it.
I’ve never made up a gender before, so I mad-libbed from friends on Twitter nouns, adverbs, adjectives, and, thank you barbary, a gender name:
sloppily
hagadab
Morosely
alpine
geode
yoink
This is in the Dragons Next Door setting, but NOT the narrator family or the smiths. Elkin were going to be elf-kin, but I liked the typo better.
I think it’s fair that I thought Farnah was male.
He was – pardon, zad was – the first elkin I’d had any real experience with, and he – zad – had, when naked, something that really looked like a penis. And functioned like one, as well, or at least close enough. Elkin are far enough from human that I didn’t worry about babies (it takes magic, a stork, and the remnants of a dragon egg to make an elkin-human cross), so I didn’t think, all that much, about the fact that zad didn’t have testes. I aways thought they looked silly on human males, anyway.
We had been together for several months when zad finally explained to me – after the age-old argument about toilet seats, no less, that zad was not male. Zad was hagadab, and, it turned out, the elkin have seven genders.
I, personally, sometimes thought two was more than enough, but I really, really liked Farnah, still do, and so I tried to learn more about my lover and zas gender.
They tend to be sloppy, I learned that first, but only in the nest. In the field, they are meticulous (I already knew this about Farnah. We worked, often, side-by-side, and spent most of our time in my apartment.) They like high spaces (the elkin are, after all, naturally alpine), and, it turns out, are the reason for the kendar myth. Already things I already knew about Farnah; shorter than me by half a foot, zad had picked the tallest chair in my apartment as zas and stacked pillows on it to make it taller.
The hardest part, as we adjusted to our cross-species romance, turned out in the end to be the easiest. The hagadab are the providers of the elkin family group; they hunt, they gather, they bring home Things. Zad didn’t mind that I earned money, but me bringing home things made my poor Farnah bristle every time.
I never liked grocery shopping that much, anyway.
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For kc_obrien‘s prompt: “Not every pack Alpha has a bitch. Sometimes it is the bitch.”
If this is anything, it is very very loosely Anita-verse OC
I went home with the new alpha. Jordan was dead, after all, and Chris had won me when he won the pack. I wanted to have a conversation with him, before he had too much time listening to others.
I could see it in his eyes, that he knew something was up, but I waited until we were in the bedroom, until he started going about things in a typical werewolf fashion, to bring it up. He had me pinned to the bed when I said, conversationally, “you know what I did?”
He froze. “What,” he admitted. “Not how. Or, for that matter, why.” He looked down at me, and, as if abashed, let go of my wrists. I scooted until I was sitting up, while his face went through a few odd contortions.
“You don’t need to know how.” I had cheated like hell, that’s how, to make sure he won. “Why… I should think that would be obvious.”
A heartbeat passed. Another. “You want me to be the alpha.”
“I do.” I let him keep the suspicions he was having to himself. For now. “I am not going to be raped or beaten again.”
“I’m the alpha,” he protested. “You’re my bitch.”
“Half right.”
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This is for kelkyag‘s prompt in my call for prompts: “Dealing with the lack of reassurance on the acceptance of a newly asserted gender identity…”
Unknown ‘verse. And I hope I did okay.
I pressed myself against Caden, in the middle of our bed. “Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
It seemed unlikely; the book’s pages were still turning. The broad, lovely, scarred back was still to me.
“I’ve meditated on it. I’ve thought about it. I’ve been talking to my therapist about it. I’m a girl.”
Caden turned to look at me, the hot, hungry look so at odds with the heavy physics book still on the bed. “You’re Jay, my JJ.” The kiss, too, matched the look, hungry, hot, urgent. My body did uncomfortable things against Cade’s hip, and a gentle laugh echoed across the studio.
“Don’t you care?” This was easily the most important decision I had ever made. Easily the thing that would put my life where I wanted it. And I was getting kissed. And laughed at.
Cade trailed a hand down my arm. “Jay… you are my JJ. Whatever body you wear. Whatever pronouns you use. You are my JJ.” And kissed me again.
I stifled a sob into the kiss, and tried to figure out what I’d done wrong.
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Meme yoinked from celli
The first five six people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
Three on DW, three on LJ.
* If you wish me to write fanfic, I will. However, it helps if I’m familiar with the ‘verse
** Standardish 150-300 word drabbles here.
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So. Sunday, I put out a call for prompts (LJ post) on the theme of Gender, Sexuality, and how they can go funky (short title: Genderfunky Giraffes).
21 short and medium pieces later… I still have at least 4 prompts to go. O_O
Yesterday’s summary is here (or here)
In addition, I wrote “Sniffing it Out” (on LJ) to lilfluff‘s commissioned prompt for More Cali Catpeople
(the_vulture, do you want something written?)
and two stories on bi characters LJ) to twisted_times‘s gauntlet-toss.
While I am now closed for free prompts for this call, I am open to continuing any story at my general rate of $5/300 words. 🙂 I hope to finish the remaining prompts today; if you think I missed yours, please feel free to link me to it – the LJ thread got a little insane.
If you are feeling the urge to prompt someone… moonwolf1988 is calling for prompts 😉
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This is for lilfluff‘s commissioned prompt in my call for prompts which, loosely, was for more Cali Catpeople/Bay-the-catgirl.
This also includes the “vibrassa” story-bit, and the character from the story to clare_dragonfly‘s prompt on a Cali slavegirl who wants to be a slaveboy.
Tír na Cali has a Landing page (and on LJ)
Bay was discovering the advantages to her new form, as well as the strange disadvantages. Shoes no longer fit comfortably, but her walking was getting smoother and easier. She liked the claws; always a small woman, she had learned early to fight dirty, and liked the added advantage of a hidden weapon. She liked the teeth, too, although they took some getting used to, to talk around, to eat with. But the vibrissae, as their handlers insisted on calling them… those took more than a little adjustment. They felt as if the whole world was pulling on her face with every move. And, while they gave her a sense of body space that was new, and windflow, she wasn’t sure they were worth the drawbacks.
She had discovered, while experimenting with this form, that her sense of smell was a lot sharper, and her hearing clearer and more directional. She could swivel her new ears to find secrets whispered behind corners, and smell out strange and new things.
In the deep-underground facility where the Agency was training them, there shouldn’t have been much to smell out. Most of their confined world smelled very carefully neutral; as if anticipating their noses being sensitive, the slaves who cleaned this area used very mellow chemicals, and their handlers did not wear perfume or cologne. Nothing was there to distract and offend their noses, nothing but dinner… and the people themselves.
After she’d gotten her nose bapped once by a handler, Bay had stopped sniffing the royals and free-citizens who trained them, but they didn’t seem to mind if the cats sniffed each other, and her nose was un-attacked when she started sniffing the slaves who took care of them. People smelled fascinating, each one a new bouquet of hormones and sweats and the food they’d had for dinner the day before. The tall one with green eyes and red hair liked her food very spicy. The one with the short-cropped black hair and blue eyes was fond of mint – and was dressed as a boy.
Bay waited to get her alone, which took some doing, and cornered her in a room, barely resisting the urge to pin her to the wall. “Why?” she demanded.
“I told Em you wouldn’t like the curry,” she grumbled. “Sorry, it won’t happen again. You can tell the kitchen staff yourself, you know.”
Bay shook her head impatiently. “Not that.” Three weeks in, and she was still fighting to make her new mouth use words properly. “You’re a girl.”
“You’re mistaken.” The slave shook her head. “No. I’m Jas, and I’m a boy.” Now, she stank of panic, as well as the underlying smell of girl. Bay curled up on the bed, still between “Jas” and the door, but trying to look less threatening.
“This nose can tell,” she explained, or tried to, pointing at her face with one hand-paw. “You’re close, but you still smell like a girl. Why’d you want to be a boy, anyway?” Bad enough, being a girl slave. Why downgrade even further?
Jas sat down, looking pale. “You won’t tell anyone?”
“Handlers won’t get it. Dunno about slaves. The other cats…” she tapped her nose again. “The smell will tell them. Why?”
“It’s… it’s complicated,” she said weakly. “But the Lords at my former Mistress’ House…”
“Ah.” Bay understood that. Some of the high-bred men would leave you alone. Some made it the Lady’s blessing, and it was lovely, and proper. Some were just ham-handed and mean. “But you’re not there anymore.”
“No.” She shook her head slowly. “I’m not. You think I can mask my scent?”
“May-ay-be. The curry covers everything. And then some. But this place… there’s no Lords, not like that.” There were always Lords and Ladies, but the Agency tried to stay outside the hierarchies.
“No,” Jas admitted, “but I got to like it. I feel more at home as a boy than I ever did as a girl.”
“We..e..el,” Bay pondered. “You’re not the only one down here pretending. And if they can turn us into cats..”
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FIRST: Go check out EllenMillion‘s free abstracts day!
SECOND: Go check out all the awesome (and on LJ) I linked yesterday. (I won’t take it amiss if you save me a buck or two 😉
THIRD: This is a summary of all the microfic & drabbles I’ve written so far (Still have several prompts to go!) for my recent call for prompts on Gender-funk:
New/random settings:
Sugar was a good cat…, from elfling_eryn‘s prompt “A cat that can change your gender…”
In Search of an Heir (LJ Link), to meridian_rose‘s prompt on gender and succession.
Down to the River…, to cluudle‘s prompt “Female unicorn, male virgin.”
It went like this, from the_vulture‘s prompt on a hetero being involved with a gender-fluid individual
Waking Up…, to fayanora “Two people of opposite gender identities living in the same body…”
Tír na Cali:
Royal Reform
lilfluff‘s take off on meridian_rose‘s prompt on gender and succession.
Changing pants, to
clare_dragonfly‘s prompt “A female Cali-slave who really wishes…”
Addergoole: 3 Daeva* and a hermaphrodite…
Meckil woke… to clare_dragonfly‘s prompt “Linden: puberty and/or the Change”
Dinnertime, to rix_scaedu‘s prompt “Jamian, his daughter and Melchior?”
Secrets, to ysabetwordsmith‘s prompt on acceptance
Going out, from doni_dyke01 “Transman’s first attempts at… gay dating scene”
Stranded World:
14th Shot, from the_vulture‘s prompt on a hetero being involved with a gender-fluid individual
Spring Equinox, from morrigans_eve‘s prompt on someone with cyclical gender
Meeting the Parents (LJ), to wolfcatt‘s prompt “The members of a M-F-F triad come “out”…
Having Fun, to flutterbychild‘s prompt “I’d love one on being female and heterosexual :3”
Dragons Next Door:
Being Polite, from eseme‘s prompt on the nogender dragons
Reiassan:
“Never Married?”, to corona_rift‘s prompt “Anything featuring an aromantic asexual that *doesn’t* involve them realizing they were wrong about their orientation.”
Vas’ World:
Perspective Shift (LJ), to @SharonTheRose’s prompt “a misogynist funds himself in a woman’s body…”
If you want more information about any of these settings, they each have a landing page, indexed here (and on LJ).
As always, you can request a continuation/longer story for any prompt, at the going rate of 80 words/$1. I’m still working on prompts, probably through the end of tomorrow, looking at my list.
Let me tell you a bit about this giraffe. See, we’re in the final stages of buying a house, a real fixer-upper, our first home. The bedroom is the only room we plan to carpet long-term, and I fell in LOVE with this giraffe-print carpet. Lush, beautiful carpet, for a teeny, tiny bedroom. A luxury, yes. But a small one, in a house we will spend the next decade working on.
Incentive goals: for every $50 from $75 ($125, $175, $225, etc) reached, I will write and post publicly another short story as an expansion of one of these drabbles.
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